Tris' POV

I tentatively knock on the door to Zeke's apartment and the face that greets me is filled with shock, joy and confusion; all mixed into one facial expression.

"Hey..." I say before Zeke wraps me in a bone crushing hug.

"You are not going to believe how happy Four will be to see your face again." He splutters whilst still clinging to my shoulders.

"Um, Zeke? Can't breathe." I mumble and he quickly releases. His eyebrows furrow and his face contorts into confusion. "What's the matter?" He just stands there with his mouth hanging open slightly before muttering inaudible nonsense and ushering me through his front door.

Zeke wraps a hand round my wrist and drags me through to the living room where the whole gang are sat in the middle of a heated argument. "Look who decided to come back from the dead." He smirks and shoves me into the centre of the circle.

"Tris!" A thunder of voices shout; some excited, some confused and some just shocked.

Arms attack me from all angles as I am passed around to various people's embraces. By the time all the commotion has settled the only people that have not tried to crush me to death are Peter and Tobias. Tobias?

I scan the small crowd and see him sat with his back against the couch, cradling a small metal cylinder.
Is that an urn?

My feet shuffle over to him and I crouch, resting and hand on his knee to break him from his daze. "Hey." I smile and his eyes drift up to mine.

"Tris?" He croaks. "Is that you?" His bottom lip trembles as tears threaten to flow.

"Yeah, it's really me." I smile and try to hold back my own tears.

His strong arms wrap around me and pull me into his lap. I feel his uneven breath leave his chest as it rises and falls out of sync. "I'm here." I mumble as Tobias buries his face in my neck. "I've come back."

In an instant he has pulled me off his lap and ran into Zeke's spare room, taking the metal cylinder with him. Screams can be heard through the walls as I sit and try to imagine possible reasons as to what triggered this sudden outburst.

I begin to stand and follow him into the room but Zeke tugs on my arm. "What?" I snap as he reaches for the door knob that he just prevented me from touching.

"There's a lot to explain." He hesitates and releases my arm from his grasp. "Maybe it's best if I talk to him first." He looks at me apologetically before entering the spare room.

I stand outside the closed door an listen to the crashing and shouting that comes from within.

"What's wrong with you?!" I hear Zeke shout and the crashing noises grow louder. "I thought that you'd be ecstatic to know that she isn't dead, isn't this what you have been waiting for?"

"She isn't real!" Tobias bellows but his voice sounds stressed and hurt. 'I am real.' I want to go in there and tell him, prove that it's me. "It's another hallucination like when I thought I found her in the basements." This is followed by another loud crash.

"Of course she is real doofus! We all saw her, you even hugged her!"

"No, no! That just means that you aren't real also." More crashing and screaming...

"Four, chill out. Tris is back and we are all real."

"No, Zeke. I'll tell you what is real... This is real, her ashes are real. This is as real as it is ever gonna get!" I feel a small part of me break as his words vibrate through my head. "You heard him, he signed her certificate and gave me the ashes himself... He even gave me back her ring." These are the first words spoken that are not followed by loud crashes; but it their place is gut wrenching sobs.

I'm real Tobias...

I was standing right in front of you a mere five minutes ago...

Why can't you see that?

"For God's sake! Does this feel real, Four?!"

A high pitched 'man squeal' can be heard as the room falls silent for a few seconds. "Not there..." Tobias groans out in pain.

"Stop being such an idiot and get out there and acknowledge that your fiance isn't as dead as you previously thought she was." Zeke says sternly before the door opens. "I think I need to explain something to you." He says whilst dragging me into the kitchen.

Zeke fumbles around the cupboards for a few minutes; obviously trying to avoid the inevitable conversation that is about to occur. "Coffee?" He offers and hands me a mug. I simply nod as he prepares the hot beverages.

"Soo... You probably want to know what all that was about..." He trails off and takes a sip of the bitter liquid. No answer is given because I refuse to interrupt his explanation. "Basically, Four has been a wreck all week..."

"I know, I saw." I interrupt his story, contradicting what I previously planned. He gives me a look as to explain more but I want him to tell me first. "Long story."

"Anyways, yesterday I made him come to another Game of Candor or Dauntless and we ended up Drag Racing in Amity. It got late and when we were returning home Marcus Eaton showed up and gave him 'your' urn and engagement ring, claiming that he signed the death certificates." He put air quotes when he says the word 'your' and I almost spit my coffee out.

"Did you say 'Marcus'?" He nods and I smack the ball of my hand to my forehead. "Son of a..."

"What is Four's relation to Marcus?" Zeke interrupts my rant that is currently brewing on the tip of my tongue. "Marcus called him his son. Is that true?" My eye line drops to the counter and I hope that is all the answer he needs. "Ah." He says and grimaces slightly. "But why would he do that? Lie about your death?"

"Because he is a sick and twisted bastard, with absolutely no respect for the dead and nothing better to do than murder my entire family, beat the living daylights out of me for a week and make his sons life a living hell." I grumble, suddenly unaware of Zeke's presence in the room. "I'm going to kill him!" I scream and accidentally knock the black mug onto the floor, during my rage.

The dark liquid spreads across the tiled floor and splits off into small streams that trail off in different directions.

"Sorry." I wince at the mess I have caused.

"Don't be." He shrugs and grabs a dish cloth to throw on the brown puddle."Priorities, right?" He smirks and we make our way back through to the living room.

As we enter, the only thing I pay attention to is Tobias. He sits hunched over on the floor and every few seconds, glances over at the urn sat to his left. Each time his eyes register the silver cylinder he shakes his head franticly and buries his face in his hands. The pattern continues on and on as if he is in a trance.

For a split second his eyes meet mine but the deep blue of them is clouded by a storm of emotions; all threatening to take over.

I offer a slight smile in reassurance but he returns to his routine of hiding from and seeking the silver urn.

I make my way over and carefully sit down next to him. What do I say? 'Hello' Would be too formal, 'I missed you' just reminds him I was gone and 'I am real' is just not how you greet someone.

"Tobias?"I whisper and lean my head on his shoulder. The only response that I get is more frantic head shaking. "Tobias, it's me... Tris. Please look at me."I gently place my hand on his cheek and guide his eyes to meet mine. "It's me, Tobias." I whisper once more and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

He doesn't kiss back...

He always kisses back...

I pull away and see his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at me with fear. "What? Are you scared of me?" I say a little too harshly.

"No, I'm scared of me." My fingers run down his chin and drop all the way to his hands which are clutching on to the urn for dear life. "I'm scared of what I think... You aren't real Tris, but my mind has made you so vivid that I am starting to believe that it's really you."

"But it is me, Tobias." I whine at his excuses.

His blank stare  captivates you and his nostrils flare slightly. "What's real is this urn, and your ring, and the hollow emptiness that I feel inside when you aren't here." All I can do is listen as his words turn from sad, to harsh and finally bitter hatred. "Why did you leave me that night?" He spits before moving to the opposite side of the circle.

My jaw hangs open as I watch him stride, turn and sit whilst holding the urn tight to his chest.

"Are we going to continue?" Peter says; breaking the extremely awkward silence that fill the room. Everyone's heads start bobbing vigorously as a signal to continue. "Okay, Stiff! Candor or Dauntless?" He turns to me and his lips pull tight into a smirk.

"Candor." I state bluntly.

"Let's see... What the hell happen to you over the past week? Did you go on holiday and forget to tell anyone? Because, 'lover boy' over here claims that he saw you fall into the chasm, that night when the bridge was destroyed." His eyebrows wiggle as he perches; ready for an answer. "I don't know about you but last I checked, if someone falls into the chasm that means that they are as good as dead. So why aren't you?"

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I finish telling the tales of my past seven days and surprisingly even Peter showed signs of concern, if only the same could be said for Tobias... The whole time that I was explaining what had happened he just zoned out and focused only on the silver urn.

I answered all the questions that were related to my kidnap and torture. The experience played on repeat through my mind, the more I talked about it. But I also felt a weight lift off my chest... I was able to confide in my friends about all the thoughts that were running wild through my head the whole time I was there.

"So he just used him as a doll?" Christina question. I simply nod. "I know that I have always hated Eric but that is just... wrong."

"He made you watch Four?" Lynn pipes up after being silent the whole time. "Where did he get the cameras from?"

"I don't know... I think that he somehow hacked the cameras that were already in place."

"There are cameras in the apartments?!" Shauna almost shouts as her eyes pop out her head.

"Yeah... But they only turn them on if information is needed. Each one has a specific code that is kept in a locked file that only Max has access to." Tobias monotonouse voice rings through the apartment. Everyone turns to look at him since he hasn't taken any interest in the conversation up until now.

"Thank you for making yourself known!" Lynn blurts out with the sarcasm crystal clear. "We thought that you had shrunk back into the wall and disappeared... We were only talking about your fiance's whereabouts for the past week. But don't worry though, we were only discussing the fact that she is not dead!"

A/N

I told you that this chapter wouldn't be all happy, happy...

As always, I don't own Divergent... so, yeah.

P.S.

Is the 'As always' thing stupid? It has kind of become tradition but opinions please? I don't want you all to think I'm stupid for putting it in literally every single author's note. -Melle